Lyrics Pure 90 (Rapping Queen) - Shaka Ponk, Cypress Hill

Pure 90 (Rapping Queen)

They call me super vato
And I’m in full affect nigga
But you don’t know what that means motherfucker right?
Yo checking on the cicis bad ass of the tricolor style
Frenchy clowns out of tune on a prime
I’m an old fuck, I know my rime
Me gusta Busta con the flow (MF)
I ain’t got enough fingers to count these cheesy rapaz kings of autotune
But only one finger (boom) tswot' you gonna get (gonna get) crappy monkey MC
Rage, Cypress, Insane In The Brain, House Of Pain…
That’s the big game, cut the shit!
Well I don’t care about your hip hop shit
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
Cause I’m a monkey o' pure 90
You easy dizzy like A B C
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
Cause I’m a monkey o' pure 90
You easy dizzy like A B C
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
He’s a rapping queen
I don’t care
He’s a rapping queen
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
Been doing this shit since 91 motherfucker
Do the math nigga
Veterano bitch
What’s up though youngster?
Let me tell you bout this hip hop shit
You gotta be steady and ready with them hits
Survival of the fit means do or die
If you ain’t coming with them verses you bound to die
Been there done that and paid them due
But you Youtube niggas ain’t got no clue
I don’t mumble I just stay humble
Guerrilla warfare welcome to the jungle
«Welcome to the jungle, Daddy Rumble
Never never gonna get, neva get my crap' rap' queen
Just get in your DeLorean time machine
And go back in the days, and go back in the days»
Back in the day I was pure as a devil
Red Hot chick, I was pretty high level
Radios suck, give it a shot, show me what you got (Ooohaaah!)
Well I don’t give a fuck!
Bizkit, Wu Tang, Straight Outta Compton…
Don’t you even know that sound?
You can call me an old school freak
Well I don’t care about your hip hop shit
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
Cause I’m a monkey o' pure 90
You easy dizzy like A B C
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
Cause I’m a monkey o' pure 90
You easy dizzy like A B C
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
He’s a rapping queen
I don’t care
He’s a rapping queen
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
Hey nigga when you go home late at night
Pray you can rap as long as me motherfucker
Before I put my gat up in your stomach motherfucker
(Ease back youngster, what set that is nigga)
Ain’t no time, ain’t no Funky Town
I’m a brand new nigga with a brand new sound
Ain’t no time in the Monkey Town
Let it jump jump, let it jump Jump Around
Ain’t no time, I’m a shot you down
Got a hit in the oven, I’m a cooking you down
Ain’t no time, ain’t no «Monkey sound»
You gotta jump jump, you gotta jump Jump Around
Ain’t no time, ain’t no Funky Town
Ain’t no time, ain’t no Funky Town
Ain’t no time.
Ain’t no time
Ain’t no time.
Ain’t no time
Ain’t no time, ain’t no Funky Town
I’m a brand new nigga with a brand new sound
Ain’t no time, ain’t no «Monkey sound»
You gotta jump jump, you gotta jump Jump Around
Ain’t no time, ain’t no Funky Town
I’m a brand new nigga with a brand new sound
Ain’t no time, ain’t no «Monkey sound»
You gotta jump jump, you gotta jump Jump Around
Checking on the cicis rappers of the tricolor style
Empty losers out of pride
I’m a monkey I know my rights
Get the fuck out of my sight
I’m a ninety mighty mutha fonk public enemy
An old wanna be who never gonna be
You dance bozo on your facebook hit?
Well I don’t care about your hip hop shit
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
Cause I’m a monkey o' pure 90
You easy dizzy like A B C
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
He’s a rapping queen
I don’t care about your hip hop shit
My monkey, monkey is a rapping queen
Fuck you